Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

The wild, uninhibited debauching of the girl on the floor continued for several explosive minutes and the lewd spectacle seemed to have driven everyone into a uncontrolled, lustful frenzy. Laura looked around and all of the people in the room, including the women, were frantically stripping off their clothes. Guiltily, she could feel the same lascivious desire building between her own legs and, in spite of her initial aversion, almost wished there was some man there at her side.

Then they all heard the moaning cries from the girl on the floor and turned to watch her arching her back frantically, screaming out to the huge Negro that she was cumming. Everyone was mesmerized by the writhing couple's final race for orgasm on the pillows, and the room quieted again except for the man's heavy bellowed breathing, the girl's frenzied cries of completion, and the rhythmic sound of flesh smacking wetly against flesh.

When it finally ended, and Black Jack had gone somewhere to get dressed, the girl still lay there, legs spread wide apart and moaning softly down into the velvet cushions. She was wet between her open thighs and tell-tale trails of white, hot sperm lay across her thighs where the huge Negro had withdrawn after shooting his full, heavy load deep down inside her.

Everyone had been aroused to a state of unbelievable desire and Laura watched as couples grappled all around the room in wild, sensuous embraces. Then everything was stopped suddenly by the sound of Deke Vito's voice: "Boys," he said, motioning to the two waiters, "fill up all those drinks. Now, we're really going to have a show." He laughed and turned back to the rest of the people in the room.

"Gentlemen, are you all prepared to make a small wager?" He grinned at their quick assent, and continued, "I have a special prize here tonight and I think we should gamble for it."

Laura didn't understand what Vito was talking about until he came over and took her by the arm.

"Laura, baby, stand out here where the men can see you." He turned again to the staring men. "What do you think?" he said, pointing to her. "Don't you think this is worth a small gamble?"

The room was filled with gleeful cheers as the men stared at the extraordinarily beautiful girl at Vito's side. Some of the men stood and cheered, while others left the sides of the girls they were with and moved closer.

"Yes, Deke… beautiful…! How are we going to do it?" one of them, with a lecherous face breathed excitedly.

The men's shouts and the obvious lust in their eyes terrified Laura and she tried frantically to pull away from the gambler but he held her too tightly.

Then, he called one of the waiters over, telling him to bring him the decanter of special liquor. One of the men sitting in front of Laura tossed Vito a glass.

She struggled again in his grasp, and finally slapped him with all her might.

No one said a word as the gambler regained his balance. Then it sounded like a pistol firing as he slapped her brutally twice across the face. She almost fell but he supported her with one hand as he grabbed the low neckline of her cocktail dress and with one violent motion ripped it completely down the front.

The room was silent except for her faint cries of indignation as he stripped her bra and panties from her trebling body, and left her standing wearing nothing except her panty girdle and stockings. The men and women in the room stared in amazement at the girl's spectacular beauty, some of them feeling sorry for her but most of them laughing gleefully as Deke Vito made her drink several small glasses of the thick amber liquid.

Laura kept choking, trying to push his hand away, but he forced her again and again to drink the strangely sweet liquor. Then, with a contemptuous snarl, he pushed her to her knees on the cushions and she fell back as he turned and spoke to the others.

She could hear his words in the distance but couldn't really focus her thoughts. Her head still spun from the force of his blows and all of the drug he had given her had rendered her almost unconscious.

The men in the audience also barely heard Deke Vito, but for another reason. The distraction caused by the girl lying naked and defenseless on the floor before them, her startling loveliness, made it virtually impossible for them to concentrate on his words. She lay there unresisting with her legs slightly parted and her full, voluptuous breasts heaving as though in an erotic trance. The reddened lips of her vagina were tantalizingly visible beneath the soft silken mound of pubic hair, and the slightly darker stockings on her trembling legs somehow made it more exciting than if she had been completely naked.

Laura could hear him outlining the rules for the gambling and her mind screamed at the thought that she would be turned over to the winner whoever he might be.

She lay there in blinding terror with her eyes tightly shut, and tried to block out any realization of what was happening to her. But it was impossible as she listened to the shouts and laughter coming from the blackjack tables. The young girl struggled on the cushions and tried to get up but Vito returned and looked contemptuously down at her.

"Laura, baby, don't make me mad. I just might decide to have someone pay a call on that stupid husband of yours and shut him up for good." He leaned down and pinched her brutally on the thigh. "Why don't you just lay back and enjoy it?"

The tears streamed down her face as she watched the gambler leave her again. My God! Why? Why does he do this to me. I can't stand it… I can't stand it! Her mind whirled in a vortex of tumbling tortured thoughts – she wanted to scream, and then she felt the heat bet to rise again in her straining body…

The vast amount of the strange liquor that Deke Vito had imported from Istanbul was beginning to spread a wild, abandoned fire through her. In the beginning, along with the warmth that she felt, she could feel the agony and guilt slowly becoming dulled until she seemed to be floating without any thoughts at all. But now the calm emptiness was replaced with quivering desire that made her itch over every inch of her body. Her skin seemed to be crawling with tiny, dancing butterflies and each time she scratched herself to eleviate the torture it became worse.

She moaned and writhed on the floor trying to stop the punishing sensations that were driving her wild.

Laura didn't know hour long she lay there amid the loud laughter and cheers from the gambling tables, she only knew there was a great fire building wildly in her loins and she wanted someone there to touch her, to wipe away the burning heat.

She clung to the pillows, burying her fingers deep in the soft velvet and moaned softly in the near darkness.

Then the talking and laughter became louder and as she started to raise her head to look around, someone grabbed her ankles and turned her over onto her back. She opened her eyes to several hovering figures, unrecognizable except for the lighted our lines of the lamps behind them.

There seemed to be people all around her, and a myriad of hands seemed to be running across her body.

"Ohhhhhhh… yes! Touch me…! somebody, please hold me…"

Her cries were drowned by the hum of loud voices and the winner was aided out of his clothes as he prepared to join the arching girl on the floor.

"Hey, Joe, you got it made… she's cryin' for it."

"Come on, boy… hurry up, I'm next!"

Then she heard a voice by her ear, "No, leave the stockings on, leave 'em on."

Laura felt the weight of a man's body crushing against her side, and then the violent electric shocks bolting through her flesh as her naked skin touched someone else's.

"Oh, please… someone help me… I'm so hot! Scratch me! God! It's so hot!"

She cried out again and again. And hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking and caressing her and making her tremble in maddened lust. She felt fingers running slowly up the sensitive inner-sides of her thighs, and she felt the hot moistness between her legs as her tortured vagina began to flower open and lubricate with the boiling liquids of desire.